#I know it's definitely not normal reacting like this over a picrew but it got me 🥺🤧 would give anything to have this

[jokerownsmysoul]

picrew.

Thank you so much @greghouse for tagging me! 🥺 I've to admit that making these picrew made me yearn a whole lot, what a literal dream to cook for him and have a quiet dinner over his apt. that's one of my fave things 🤧🙈 best picrew ever, I smiled like a silly girl while making these from start to finish 😂😭🥲💙

The options are so lovely that I played around a little bit, I enjoyed it way too much 🙈🥺💙

I tag: @ajokeformur-ray @daincrediblegg @daydreamhustler @your-truly-the-whale and whoever wants to do it! 🧸🌷No pressure as always 🤗

[raccoonsocshop]

CW: non-human whumpee, fainting, multiple whumpers, bullying

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Stix huddled in the corner of his pen, enjoying the small comfort of the bit of straw. It helped keep him a just a bit warmer, made the hard packed dirt a little softer. He sighed and nuzzled deeper still. It was prickly, and he had to resist the temptation to eat it.

The barn door creaked open slowly, bringing with it hushed snickers and boots. Stix scrambled up as quietly as he could, panting in fear. He had to be quiet, crouching and cowering away. The stranger’s footsteps were hard to hear over the sound of his own heart beating, but they were definitely getting closer. There was more than one, he was sure of it. Most likely Master’s son and his friends.

Stix swallowed down a whimper and slowly crept out of his open pen. He pressed his back farther against the wood paneling, inching farther and farther from the voices. Just leave, just leave, just leave, please just leave.

Three, maybe four voices hushing each other. Stix strained to hear, but just as he thought he could make out the words, they stopped entirely. His heart was pounding against his ribs, frozen in terror.

Just as Stix got the nerve to glance around the corner, the farmer’s Son jumped around, yelling wordlessly in Stix’s face.

Stix bleated in terror, scrambling back against the wall in surprise. Before he could react any further, he felt that awful sensation in his joints. That spazam like electricity that wrapped around his bones and locked them. Silently, Sitx collapsed - limbs frozen and eyes wide with terror.

The teen laughed at him, hands on his knees and teary eyed. The other boys quickly joined in, stomping the ground near him whenever he started to regain motion. Stix tried to whimper and curl away, but his body wouldn’t obey him anymore. It was torture, locked inside himself as they pointed and laughed.

“What’s going on in here?”

Caught red handed, the boys ran as fast as they could. Stix tried to sit up, tried to move to relieve some of the stress but still found that he couldn’t. When he looked up, he saw the farmer standing above him, obviously annoyed. Humiliated tears streamed down his face, blurring the figure, but Stix could recognize the man anywhere.

It wasn’t the first time he had walked in on this.

“Alright little goat, come on,” he grumbled as he gently slid a hand under Stix’s back. The poor thing trembled and tried to speak, but it only came out as a squeak. The farmer shook his head and helped him sit up.

“I know, I know. Ups you go.”

Carefully, the farmer led Stix back to the pen. It was slow going, Stix’s legs only just starting to loosen up enough for him to walk normally. Finally, he was lowered back down into his little pile of straw.

“What am I going to do with you, huh?” the farmer muttered to himself. Stix kept his head down, face flushed with embarrassment. The man left, pulling the latch on the outside of the pen this time.

Not that it mattered. The latch was to keep Stix in - not the boys out.

(picrew)

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~back to shop?~